Sarah's Submission

Sarah was a simple paralegal with a burning desire for submission. Now that she has met Michael, she finds her desires pushed to their very limit. Will she surrender to her man? Or will she find giving herself into bondage too much to bear?

BDSM EROTICA. LENGTH: 9825 WORDS. FOR ADULT AUDIENCES.

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“Are you ready?”
Michael whispered down to her, his deep voice edged with lust. Hard, green eyes stared at the sight before him. Long, red hair cascaded down to her shoulders, tanned youthful skin without a trace of any blemishes or mars. Full, supple breasts that ended in two taut pink nipples. Indeed...he was going to have fun with this one.
“Y...yes sir,” Sarah stammered as she knelt before her lord. Her soft, submissive voice was laced with nervousness, and filled with desire...anticipation for what was to come. She had never truly submitted to a man before. Now here she was, kneeling on the Italian marble tile of his playroom, looking to her chiseled god, waiting. Sarah desired nothing more than to offer herself as a sacrifice for the erotic fires that were soon to come. All the books, all the movies, all the stories could never have prepared her for how she truly felt. A single word passed her full lips. She lowered her gaze to watch her own trembling hand move to caress the leather of her lord's boot.
“Please.”
“You beg, Miss Sarah?” Michael whispered down to her, his rough hand sliding down her locks to finally caress her cheek. His voice became hard, commanding. “You don't know what you truly want. But I know, little girl.” His hand tightened through her hair. Sarah gasped as she was forced to look up into the very eyes of the black-haired devil in front of her. “You wish to submit yourself to me...to let a man push you to your every limit.”
“Yes. Oh god, Sir.” Sarah whimpered, each breath came as a soft gasp. She shifted, feeling her pussy hot, wet between her legs. It was the truth, after all. She had always known. She had been teased by Michael's predilections during their first few dates. She humored him, teased him about such power games of dominance and submission, but deep down she knew she wanted give in to him. To offer herself to such a man. Chiseled features, short black hair parted to the side. That wicked grin, those steely green eyes that could melt her and freeze her soul at the same time. Another whimper escaped her lips as the hand left her hair, her body crying out for his touch..
Michael merely smiled and beckoned her with a flourish of his hand. “Rise, girl.”